[Intro]
From the curbs of Walnut
We got a fucking story
About a suburban kid who didn't give a fuck
Nor did he give a shit about any motherfucker's opinion
So here the fuck we go, bitch
This one's for DJ Code Money, and Schoolly D
Inventors of gangsta-rap

[Cal Ryan]
A kid name Caleb stepped into a classroom
Feeling a bit cold, a bit gloom
He wasn't in the mood for a fuck about shit
So he let his business chill and sit
And out the fucking blues
This motherfucker just came through
But this motherfucker's day wasn't so bright
He was looking for some trouble, and a fight
And decided to fuck with the wrong dude
This wrong dude was Caleb
The baddest motherfucker with a testicle
You fucked with him, he wasn't merciful
So the big wannabe-bad motherfucker gave him a look
Caleb said, hey motherfucker, you looking dirty as a crook
The big bad motherfucker got mad and started to swing
Caleb was armed as well, and decided to sling
They fought all period long, and until the very next day
By the end of the fight, Caleb look like he went a long way
All the pretty bitches said, are you okay?
Caleb said, I'm good, could use a little champagne
Because I killed like an animal, and won like a man
Fought until I was sore from my neck, to my hands
But if he lives, he better know one thing about shit
A Bitch is a Bitch